This desire is so annoying, like a red hot rock in my palm.
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My nerves hurt and my legs convulse.
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Walking on broken glass.
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The soporific serenity permanently reflected in your charming face gives you jurisdiction.
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A soiled soul infects the spine during a segment of time.
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Particles of truthfulness suppurate from this almost perfect being.
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The eye of satisfaction disappears to give place to arrogance and discontent.
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I wait for a crucial gateway between trickery and facts.
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Someday the sun will vanish and give place to an appalling night.
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With cutting words I shall perforate this Kevlar curtain
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and leave you bare without protection.
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Beneath this strong and fierce eloquence,
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I will face what truly is your frail archetype.
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Guns and knives can hurt physically or even cause your demise while speech
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and illustrations can mentally hurt and guide to suicide.
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The eye of satisfaction disappears to give place to arrogance and discontent.
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The Mozart effect reveals a newborn confidence.
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The reptilian brain is now the one involved, the one that will conquer them all.
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The Sunset Will Never Charm Us
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